America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 338 The thug team’s journey to the west

The old and the young of the Dupont family acted separately.

Soon after, a dozen or so armed men in suits appeared on the train bound for New Mexico.

These people are the thugs maintained within DuPont to deal with these problems.

Back then, Henry often relied on this group of people to fly flights for his competitors.

But this time, they planned to have a good "chat" with Boss Chen.

On the train.

The boss of the thug team, Joe Liton Ackerman, looked out the window and cracked his knuckle bones.

To be honest, this was his first time coming to the West to do these things.

In the past, their main activities were in eastern cities such as Boston and Chicago.

The police and flight attendants were very considerate and threw their belongings directly out of the carriage.

"What should I do? Buy a horse and go to Santa Fe!" Ackerman said angrily.

However, the train whistle sounded again, completely covering up his curses.

"Delaware?"

"It doesn't look like, judging from the ticket, he's from Delaware."

"Conscience of heaven and earth, you asked me to establish the militia organization! I spend money to support it, and it eats ashes on the border every day!"

Ackerman looked out the window and saw the name of the station written on the platform sign: Dodge City.

Just when Chen Jianqiu stood up and was about to leave, Scott spoke again:

"By the way, do you want to join the Republican Party?"

Those who didn't know thought it was closed.

These people blatantly killed people outside Boston and several other cities, and even the methods of committing the crimes were the same as before.

When he was at the Pinkerton Detective Agency, he had paid attention to the gang of thugs working for the DuPont Company.

But they got away with it because their boss was DuPont.

White was drinking water and almost choked on his boss's words.

While the two were discussing, a whistle suddenly sounded outside the window.

The door is empty.

"I think this place is best in the suburbs, so that we can dispose of his body quietly after he takes the plane." Jennings analyzed.

Chen Jianqiu said angrily.

"What do you think?" Ackerman asked.

Either agree or go to heaven.

The police officer smiled, obviously he was used to this kind of situation.

As the only stop for railroads entering New Mexico, the Border Detective Agency has spies in Dodge City.

Chen Jianqiu's steps stopped.

"But we bought train tickets to Santa Fe!" Ackerman still wanted to continue to pester.

"It's okay if you don't hand over your gun. Please get off this car! Our chairman of the board of directors said that Santa Fe Railroad's trains must be safe and reliable! We must be responsible for the safety of other passengers."

"Okay, if your congressmen are willing."

"We will go to Santa Fe first, make preparations, and then go to the Chamber of Commerce to inform him of the change of location." Ackerman expressed his plan.

We are all in the United States. If the guns in the East are moved to the West, they will no longer be able to fire?

"Boss, why don't we go directly to Roswell? Instead, go to Santa Fe?"

"You are a militiaman and a detective agency. What do you want to do?" Scott stood in front of his desk and looked warily at Chen Jianqiu, who was half lying on the sofa.

He still has great confidence in his operation in the west this time.

They would take the people they wanted to talk to to the outskirts of the city, tie them to chairs, and tie explosives under their chairs.

I came here to keep an appointment.

"Someone will pay you the difference after you get off the platform." The policeman answered him immediately without thinking at all.

When they walked up to the dozen thugs, the leading policeman and Akarman began to look at each other.

"Usually those who make munitions will raise a few people. What if the person named Chen has a few people? Should we tie them up or not?"

"Detective Pinkerton has to hand over his gun when he comes," he added.

I have a gun and someone else has gunpowder.

"Why? There is no reason to surrender guns in the United States! You are infringing on people's right to bear arms!" Ackerman was quite dissatisfied.

"It's not the first day, and we haven't done it before." Ackerman felt agitated for no reason.

"Don't cause trouble to the Santa Fe police," Boss Chen said.

Chen Jianqiu patted the dust off his body, turned around and walked into the gate of the Border Detective Agency.

"As for the detective agency, isn't that because the police officers under your command are not easy to use? People from the Democratic Party are running up and down New Mexico every day. Aren't the people from the Democratic Party also trying to cause trouble?"

Jennings felt that his butt was about to burst, so he stood up impatiently and grabbed the pants that stuck to his butt.

This is not a good sign.

one of the thugs asked his boss in a low voice.

However, a few hours later, the news of the gang's appearance had reached Wyatt's ears in Dodge City.

"They will definitely find a reason to change places when they arrive."

"Put away the guns! Put away the guns! We are responsible for the safety of the carriage section behind!"

In White's office, Detective Mazi handed Wyatt's telegram from Dodge City to Chen Jianqiu.

"Then what if he doesn't come?" Zhan Ning looked at his boss blankly, "He is not a fool. We, no, the reputation of the Dupont family is bad in the arms industry."

A group of people were shouted out of the carriage.

Chen Jianqiu sat up and complained.

The other passengers in the carriage nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I will discuss it with the governor, and we will outsource some business to you." Scott finally agreed.

Chen Jianqiu left Scott's official residence and rode a black carrot slowly and leisurely towards White's office.

"Then the boss has an appointment with them at the Chamber of Commerce in Santa Fe, wouldn't it be inappropriate to take action?"

"Jennings, why do I feel like you haven't made any progress after following me for so long?" Ackerman continued to look out the window.

The train left, and the passengers who got off also left, leaving only a dozen of them enjoying the breeze on the platform.

Secondly, he wanted to meet Scott and solicit some business for his border detective agency.

Wyatt thought for a while, and suddenly thought of the letter DuPont sent to Chen Jianqiu some time ago, and said to his subordinates: "Go and send a telegram to Boss Chen. He seems to be at the Santa Fe branch."

The train entered the station slowly.

He has been dreaming recently, dreaming that the office building representing his "Santa Fe Group" collapsed in a fire.

But Chen Jianqiu actually shook his head.

He turned his face sideways, without much excitement in his voice.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and hand over the gun. I'll return it to you when you get out of the car." the policeman said.

"Just go!" Ackerman waved his hand at his dozen or so people.

"Boss, what should we do next?" Jennings asked.

Having such a force in hand is equivalent to having another pair of eyes staring at New Mexico.

This is not the first time these two people have done this kind of thing.

When he was at the gate, he glanced at the Pinkerton Detective Agency opposite.

"Is it the Pinkerton detective?" Wyatt asked his subordinate.

"If that's really the case, we can find a way to sneak into their factory and blow up their factory!" Jennings understood.

They walked in along the aisle from the connection between the carriages and began to collect the guns from everyone in the carriage.

He also saw several policemen with guns slowly boarding the train.

"Tell him the guests are coming."

Chen Jianqiu has indeed arrived in Santa Fe.

Scott was right.

Ackerman turned around and yelled.

"Boss, why don't I just deploy and catch them in Santa Fe?" His pockmarked intuition told him that these people were not good people.

Is this what he said?

"If you arrest them in Santa Fe, you have to send them to the police station and find evidence to prosecute them. During this period, the police have to take care of what these people eat, drink, and eat. How troublesome is that?"

Chen Jianqiu played with a Spanish ornament on White's table and said slowly.

"From Santa Fe to Dodge City, any place that can be reached by railroad is my territory."

"Give them a chance to choose their own gravesite."

(End of chapter)